posting poetic prose
15 Aug 2022 1 Comment
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: dream
once upon a misty moon
i think it was the month of june
a sight enough to make one swoon
i met a leprechaun
his knickers and his jacket green
and shamrocks gave his hat a sheen
his beady eyes stared at me keen
then he began to laugh
“i’ve never met a girl before
but shouldn’t you wear a pinafore
to cover clothes when doing chores?”
i looked down at myself
i saw the mud caked on my dress
and realized hair was all a mess
but how it happened couldn’t confess
then i awoke from dream
13 Aug 2022 2 Comments
orange pumpkin moon
black cloud eye-mask conceals face
trick-or-treat bandit
rises above dark tree shapes
farmyard glows with light surreal
08 Aug 2022 1 Comment
she’s mystery, an enigma
embodies fox or cougar
pretty in her day, now age
obviously wears wrinkles
bleach blonde, made-up
tattoo on forearm of her
butterfly babies flown,
ladybug kids now grown
husband dead and gone,
she’s borne a lonely grief
so empathizes with much-
younger divorced prodigal
encounter after club hours
exchange glances, numbers
packs her sequined t-shirts
touring country in his truck
01 Aug 2022 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: shoes, sons
Reminders of precious little boys
following Daddy’s footsteps
tracking through the house
leaving loveprints all over my heart.
26 Jul 2022 30 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: coffee
Joining in the fun at dVerse Poets where Lillian invites us to include flavors of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in a poem…that’s NOT about ice cream 😉
Ever cool, Britannia shmoozes,
“hey, Sugar Plum, how about we go out
for some Miz Jelena’s sweet potato pie?”
“That dastardly mash for a late night snack?!”
She pauses, “but I could go for a cuppa coffee.”
“Coffee? Buzz, buzz, buzz”, he teases; (head
will feel like an urban jumble, he thinks). “Well,
change is brewing, take my arm and let’s go.”
Looking at the time, she mutters,
“Can’t believe you talk me into this
half-baked scheme at such an hour.
This is nuts!”
He pats her hand, winks and grins,
“Maybe we’ll order urban bourbon instead.
Goodbye, yellow brick road and hello Miz Jelena’s!”
22 Jul 2022 2 Comments
in american sentence Tags: ants, earwigs, pests, weather
House pests: when it’s too wet we have earwigs, when it’s too dry we have ants.
18 Jul 2022 2 Comments
in scripture Tags: future, logos, manna, name, stone, victory
“Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it.” *
pay attention to Logos
the first and the last Word
who embodies hidden manna
if you have ears, use them to
listen and believe, remember
hold fast to faith, claim victory
reward of pure white stone
written with glorified real name
smooth in overcomer’s fingers
testament to commuted virtue
signifies acquittal from guilt and
condemnation, seen as worthy
in the Master’s eyes, welcomed
with solid ticket to the kingdom
as he persevered, so shall we!
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*Revelation 2:17 NIV
14 Jul 2022 2 Comments
in haiku, haiku series Tags: candy, fireflies, grandchildren, grasshoppers, waterpark
grandchildren’s weekend
visit foreign candy store
summertime sweetness
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see lit jar lantern
granddaughter catches fireflies
flashes in twilight
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water park zipline
grandson glides off high platform
makes big splash in pool
_______
baby grasshoppers
hop wildly around our feet
wait till they grow up!
06 Jul 2022 4 Comments
in music poem, rhyming verse Tags: abortion, baby, free, lullaby
rock-a-bye baby in mother’s womb
how could you know it would become tomb?
life sacrificed for your mama’s choice
shouldn’t unborn women be given a voice?
abortion hurts mothers, it’s medical rape
dishonors the body’s natural landscape
increases breast cancer, depression, and grief
with memory haunted by pregnancy brief
unbridled abortion comes at high cost
sixty-three million lives have been lost
planned parenthood is a business of blood
fresh baby-parts market with organs to flood
we must do better in land of the free
abortion for life of the mother might be
but killing our offspring seems uncivilized
the life of each person be precious and prized!
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The practice of abortion is shrouded with euphemisms but let’s reconsider the harsh reality. Can you sing this without gagging? (tune of “Rock-a-bye Baby”).
03 Jul 2022 6 Comments
Try paint chip poetry with Linda Kruschke!
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i’ll no longer think the
grass is always greener
as my life will be verdant
under cumulonimbus skies
after watering the zinnias,
i will take a drive to the
local spice market to taste
a wild huckleberry sorbet
later, i‘ll read and write by
candlelight before retiring
to antique brass bed and
sleep late, when i am old
01 Jul 2022 2 Comments
in free verse, prayer Tags: corn, drought, heaven, prayer, rain
Lord, do you hear the corn?
parched leaves curl inward
desperate to conserve moisture
green tips point up, reaching
toward heaven’s hot expanse
in dry plea for relief
do i see small rain cloud form?
hear faint rumble of distant thunder?
oh, yes and amen
crops thank you in advance
faith grows greener
24 Jun 2022 Leave a comment
in american sentence Tags: faith, grace, love, promise, rainbow
a poem in my pocket 
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